Ah, D'Herblay, the interest of your one hundred and fifty thousand francs will never pay my four millions for me." "Why not, monseigneur ?" "Good-night, I have business to transact with my clerks before I retire." "A good night's rest, monseigneur." "D'Herblay, you wish things that are impossible." "Shall I have my fifty thousand francs this evening ?" "Yes." "Go to sleep, then, in perfect safety--it is I who tell you to do so." Notwithstanding this assurance, and the tone in which it was given, Fouquet left the room shaking his head, and heaving a sigh..